Hello words, I've come to create you again, because I've got nothing else I'd want to do right now.

My soul is as pale as the snow, beginning to lose the life I once held so keenly.

I feel like a miserable, wet, burnt sienna leaf on the grass, obliged to be here only to slowly die out.

The sunlight once poured its joyous way into my room but now it's weak and fading like my will to go on.

Weekends here are so slow and uneventful,

three flatmates planning events without me like I'm not nearby.

Feel like a star amongst foreign moons with a distant sun I'll never know the name of,

digital souls aren't the same, don't you see?

I've had enough of lethargy on Saturdays,

I've had enough of dying sunlight,

I've had a passion for screaming my soul out but I can't do that here.

Living life my way, failing to care about tradition or the sheep or the clones or whoever or whatever.

Still some semblance of happiness.

Got to do this, then that, then whatever, then nothing just to repeat the wretched cycle that I've had enough of riding on.

Oh time, how does my dagger feel in your abdomen?

Do you like it when I twist it, or when I push it in deeper?

Should I pull it out to stab you with it again?

Do I do it better than they do?

I don't lay down, don't sleep until post-midnight, soul pale, heart unbothered, feel grey again.

If you can't see them then just scream "everybody!"

I don't want nor need anybody!

Time likes going on like I do,

getting on with it, like I do,

likes the pain like I do,

so I try to kill it, I attempt to.

But some days I'm better at killing time than others, but time is immortal, that doesn't stop us from trying.

Doesn't help us from fading like ghosts whose souls once belonged here, somewhere in their rotting corpses.

If I ride off the cliff will you show me what life is?

Can't you see I'm faded and jaded?

Weakly holding onto the blade,

don't believe in rose quartz or jade,

all I do on these days is stay stuck in the shade,

and slowly, like a pale rainbow, fade.

I'm faded and jaded.

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